I, the Human Emperor, Madly Writing Books to Create Emperors

They lined up in a single rank, standing ready outside the heavens, not pressing down upon the Human Ancestral Land.

If those six Ancestral Witches were to descend, the mere pressure of their presence would be enough to make the weaker humans explode into nothingness!

"The mortal world... to have such a Blood Calamity!!!" Houtu gazed at the corpses scattered across the mountains and plains, at the Blood Rain falling from the heavens, her heart shaken.

Within the misty Chaos that veiled her face, a pair of clear eyes flashed with unbearable pity and dread.

Today was the first time she had walked the lands beyond the Wu Clan alongside her elder brothers.

Had it not been for Di Jun personally descending, she would not have emerged.

Among the Wu Clan, the Ancestral Witches had always taken great care of her, unwilling to let her set foot in the Primordial World too early and bear the immense karmic burden of a Tribulation.

As for the other Ancestral Witches, they were deeply puzzled by Di Jun's sudden arrival in the mortal world and his approach to Shouyang Mountain.

"For the sake of a single Demon God, even Di Jun has come down in person—this is rather unexpected," Zhurong remarked.

He had heard Da Yi report that Jiang Chen had slain a Demon God, and now he found it all the more strange.

If it were merely about one Demon God, sending a Demon Marshal down to take revenge would have sufficed.

Though the humans had experts capable of killing Primordial Unity Golden Immortals, a Great Luo Level cultivator was far beyond what a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal could match.

"That Demon of the Flying Sickle—he seems injured?" Di Jiang's sharp eyes quickly locked onto the wounds on Flying Sickle's body, which were terrifyingly severe.

"What happened?"

The Wu Clan members were baffled.

Though the Witch and Demon Clans harbored an irreconcilable enmity, at this moment, they did not immediately rush in to fight Di Jun.

This matter did not involve their two clans—it was solely between the Demon Race and humanity.

"At the Human Ancestral Land on Shouyang Mountain, there are two Sage manifestations. Surely Di Jun won't disregard the Sages' face?"

The Ancestral Witches exchanged words among themselves.

But the reality was...

"Jiang Chen of the human race! Even if you hide on Shouyang Mountain today, you cannot escape your doomed fate!"

"You met the Heavenly Emperor of our Demon Race and did not bow—your true destiny is already lost! Come out! I will slay you!"

Flying Sickle roared. In the sky, his beastly form gradually swelled, pitch-black like ink, mottled with bloodstains. Every inch of his skin was inscribed with Law symbols.

He was a Great Luo Level powerhouse. Even though Xuanyuan Shi's desperate struggle had gravely wounded him, killing a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal was still as easy as turning his hand!

When the human creatures saw that Flying Sickle intended to kill Jiang Chen, those who had knelt raised their heads abruptly, every one of them holding their breath.

Despair, darkness, loneliness, and oppression—all these emotions surged forth at that moment.

"The Demon Race kills our people, devours our flesh and blood, slaughters for ten thousand miles! Butchers millions of lives!"

"I hate that our time is so short!"

"Three thousand years on the east bank! Three thousand years on the west! The day of humanity's rise is distant and bleak!"

Youchao Shi felt that Xuanyuan Shi had soared into the sky to buy humanity a little time, but now, the enemy was about to break into Shouyang Mountain and kill Jiang Chen.

That absolutely could not happen!

Otherwise, humanity would lose even its very foundation!

In their despair, the human creatures placed their last hope on Lord Taiqing the Sage.

He was the founder of the Human Teachings, who drew upon humanity's fortune to attain Sagehood—their final hope.

"We beseech the founder of the Human Teachings, Lord Taiqing the Sage, to protect the Human Kindling Fire!"

The Sage manifestation remained utterly still.

"Lord Taiqing the Sage! Why?!!"

Some human creatures felt utter despair. Was even their last straw turning a blind eye to them?

Could even the Blood Calamity of humanity not stir the slightest pity in Taiqing the Sage?

He was a Sage who had used the Human Teachings as his foundation and borrowed humanity's fortune to Attain Dao!

Jiang Chen's heart was as clear as a mirror as he watched those two dead, silent Sage manifestations.

"Is there anyone left for humanity to rely on?" he murmured to himself in self-mockery.

No!

Humanity must stand strong on its own!

In his hand, a Immortal Sword had appeared.

The Grand Unity Immortal Sword, an Innate Spiritual Treasure.

A sword of slaughter!

The Sage was merciless—then he would have to carve out a bright and clear world with his own hands!

"This aura... it's nearly reached the level of a top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure!"

"How could humanity possess such a powerful killing treasure?"

The Demon Emperor Di Jun and the Ancestor Witches of the Wu Clan were all taken aback.

They had never expected that the Human Race possessed such a powerful treasure!

"That sword before—its aura was similar to the one in his hand, but this blade is far stronger!"

Flying Sickle's pupils contracted. Earlier, Xuanyuan Shi had wielded that very sword and slashed him until he spat blood. If not for Di Jun sensing the battle and arriving to use his supreme mana to snap the immortal sword, he would have suffered severe injury.

"The fortune and opportunity of the Human Race truly exceed My expectations. All the more reason you cannot be allowed to live!"

Di Jun began to regard Jiang Chen seriously for the first time.

Though he still saw him as an ant, he no longer intended to simply kill Jiang Chen outright.

"Kill them. This Seat will personally slay that wretch!"

Di Jun's gaze turned cold and fierce—he would act with his own hands!

"If you want to slaughter my Human Race, you'll have to get through me first!!!"

Jiang Chen raised his sword and shot straight into the Outer Heavens!

Several of the Ancestor Witches shook their heads.

"Even with a Sword of Slaughter approaching a top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, trying to shake Di Jun at the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm is like a firefly vying with the blazing sun..."

"Human Emperor! Do not!" Youchao Shi's heart ached with sorrow. Seeing Jiang Chen take the initiative to charge out, all to spare them from certain death, only deepened his pain.

He stared at that doomed scene, then fell to his knees before the manifestation on Shouyang Mountain: "Lord Taiqing the Sage! Have You heard our prayers? I am willing to offer worship for life after life—only beg the Sage Lord to grant my Human Race a little more time!"

Chapter 24: Who Dares Claim Invincibility, Who Dares Boast of Undefeated! [Kneeling for Flowers and Tips]

"Something is wrong!"

Houtu stared in Jiang Chen's direction. Her snow-white skin and lithe form were veiled in the mists of Chaos, but her expression was deeply solemn.

She wore an incredulous look, because Jiang Chen's state was far from normal!

He didn't seem like a man going to his death. To dare fight Di Jun, he absolutely had a backup plan!

What kind of confidence was this?

Di Jun was a Quasi-Saint! On the same level as her Wu Clan's Twelve Ancestor Witches!

And he even held the River Diagram and Luo Book, a top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure!

With only a Holy Sword of Slaughter approaching a top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, he dared to clash head-on like this?

"This child's state is off!"

"Something is about to happen!" Several Ancestor Witches sensed the anomaly.

Flying Sickle's emotions surged even more violently. He exclaimed in shock, "That... is the same cultivation technique that human used before to elevate his power!"

"That momentum—there's no mistaking it!"

On Shouyang Mountain, Jiang Chen's state was utterly peculiar. He held a great wish in his heart.

Gazing down at the countless Human lives at the mountain's base, his eyes were vacant.

Like a walking corpse, stripped of his soul.

Jiang Chen's situation was extremely subtle. He saw a Sea of Time.

He also saw a River of Time, and a primordial land where one could fish for the ages.

Ten thousand ages of time and space swam past his eyes.

Jiang Chen wandered alone through the years!

This divine state was terrifying beyond measure!

"Heavenly Emperor! It's that same technique the human strongman used before—but even more formidable!" Flying Sickle's heart pounded with dread; he could no longer stay calm.

For a Demon Marshal to be so shaken, one could imagine how deep a shadow Xuanyuan Shi had cast over him.

Or rather, that a Human—supposedly so frail—could instantly gain the power to match him was something he simply could not accept.